Chapter 117 Loved One Hundred And Seventeen

• FOUR HOURS LATER
• Ophelia's eyes fluttered open and he looked around. For the first time in six days, she felt her sinuses clear a bit and her head felt lighter than she had been carrying. She looked around as she scrambled into a sitting position, trying to force herself to remember all the things she had done before she passed out on the bed.
• "Oh god, I do not pray for anything in life, but please, I hope I have not done anything embarrassing today," she muttered as she sat there searching her room as if it were a strange scene.